Desires Die Hard

“Ms. MacMillan, allow me to send you back.” Evan had no choice but to give in to his grandmother.

He naturally knew she was hinting him to give Anya a ride.

She had undoubtedly taken a liking towards the young woman.

However, how could he fall for a scheming woman like Anya?

No amount of hinting from his grandmother would make him consider dating Anya.

Yet, he proceeded to give Anya a ride without opposing his grandmother’s wishes on the surface.

Anya was stunned that he agreed to send her home. The moment she spotted the reluctance in his eyes, she knew he was only patronizing Mdm. Welton.

She took her purse and quietly followed behind him without saying a word.

In any case, she could head back on her own once they were out of sight.

The two of them walked out of the residence one after another without any servants following behind them.

Anya looked around at the dark sky before striding up to the man and saying reverently, “Mr. Welton, thank you for dinner. I can head back on my own.”

The moment she finished her sentence, she took off like a rabbit.

Evan glanced at her. For some reason, he felt the woman was inexplicably mesmerizing as she walked under the dim street lights. He narrowed his eyes, grabbed her wrist, and said, “Come on. I will give

you a ride.”

“Huh?” Anya was startled when the man suddenly held her wrist. She instantly jerked back in surprise and said, “Mr. Welton, it’s okay.”

Did

the man not hate he

her?

He could not even stand seeing her. Why was he suddenly offering to give her a ride?

Why was he even pulling her hand?

Anya found this unbelievable, but now was not the time to figure this out.

She struggled to shake herself free of Evan’s grip, but he refused to let go and held her even more tightly as he said coolly, “If you keep struggling. I will throw you onto the streets.”

His threat instantly worked on a young girl like Anya and she quietened down without daring to move.

She frowned slightly before following behind him to his black Bentley.

Evan opened the back seat door and shoved her inside before getting in..

The chauffeur waiting outside the car glanced at the two of them and got in without saying a word.

The engine started before long.

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Evan did not look at Anya. He kept looking straight ahead as he asked mildly, “Ms. MacMillan, where are you headed?”

“I–I–I want to go home.” It was the first time Anya had taken Evan’s car and it was a luxurious Bentley no less.

She could not help feeling nervous, so she bit her lip as she answered. NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

“Where do you live?” A thought suddenly crossed Evan’s mind. His voice remained mild distant tone, “Do you still live with the MacMillans?”

she rephrased himself coldly in a

“No, I don’t.” Anya scratched the back of her hand gently as she told herself to stay calm. She proceeded to give him the address of some random apartment. “Just drop me off at Gracie Court.”

She did not divulge Ellie’s address since she did not want to risk trouble.

However, Gracie Court was nearby and just five to six minutes‘ walk from Ellie’s place.

Gracie Court?

Evan did not know the place.

Since it was just some common residential estate, it was unlikely for him to know it.

However, it was the least of his concerns and he simply wanted to send her back.

The rest of the trip proceeded in silence.

Although some

e people might find this silence stifling, Anya found it perfect that she did not have to talk to him.

He might just accuse her of seducing him if she attempted to make small talk.

She did not appreciate false accusations, so silence was perfect.

The car pulled up at Gracie Court 20 minutes later.

Just as Anya was about to get off the car, Jake called to say he was on his way to pick her up!